Some people were more adamant than others…
Emily was the mastermind behind a secret race. The pressure of putting my goal out there for the world (err, my handful of readers) was a big part of my mental collapse at Long Beach. Racing undercover appealed for 2 reasons :
- I could focus on me, my plan, my race – not what others were seeing on livetrack, Twitter wanting to know how it was going, or spectators on the course calculating my splits
- If I failed again I wouldn’t have to own up to it. What shitty race? I didn’t race this weekend – I don’t know what you’re talking about!
Once I recovered from my mimosa/Emily/LB hangover I got to work scouting a redemption race. A lot of people suggested jumping right back in while I was still trained and in marathon shape.
SkinnyRunner talked me into Santa Barbara saying the timing was perfect and we could go up together. I told her my plan to keep Marathon #5 a secret she pinky promised to play along (if I promised to drive.)
So training commenced. The weekend after Long Beach was the Chapman 5K – I hit the beach path for a 7 miler with Brian’s visiting friend afterwards.
The following weekend I drug my sorry butt through a 20-miler at Back Bay.
And cursed myself the whole way. Ugh that run was TOUGH.
The timing of the Operation Jack 6 Hour Challenge was perfect – great excuse to get a long run in!
18.5 awesome super duper miles with friends for a good cause. Yes yes yes.
12.2 miles on the day. Sounds like taper to me…
When Friday came and SR and I headed up to Santa Barbara, I felt good. Ready to run. Ready to tackle whatever the weather (forecast said rain), the course (rollers & a big climb at 23.5), and my body (slightly untrained but healthy) threw at me.
It was finally time to give Sub4 another shot.
race recap coming on Monday…